One more weekend of faire. One more week to get ready for a faire weekend. This is the last “Monday” of faire . . . next week we’re open on Memorial Day Monday, so the whole Monday thing happens on Tuesday.

Seven weekends in, and we’re exhausted—so this Monday was going to be hard for me, anyway. Add to that, Kyle not feeling very well, and getting permission to work from home. Not home sick, mind you — working from home. So, I had to be mindful of his space and try to leave him alone. That’s so hard for me. When he’s with me, I want to be with him! So, when he works from home I usually try to pretend he’s not really here. 😉

I love having Kyle at home, and if times stay tough, companies would be wise to encourage more of their folks who have jobs that can be performed from anywhere, to stay at home—saving energy in the office, saving the environment, and saving gasoline. It translates to a higher quality of life for folks who would no longer have to fight traffic on their commute, and it represents a raise in pay for folks no longer having to spend so much on fuel and auto mainenance. Happier employees all-around. And, in an economic climate where pay increases are unheard of, and layoffs are a constant threat, it seems to me to be a no-brainer. <sigh>

Today, it was harder to pretend Kyle wasn’t here, though. I wasn’t feeling very good, either. And, in fact, we spent much of the day in the same room—hard to ignore your beloved when he’s in the chair next to you! I hope I didn’t distract too much.

I got a lot of work done—computer stuff, product orders, and laundry! Never left the house, though, so the errands will have to happen tomorrow. We got caught up on some TV watching in the evening—Desperate Housewives was a bit edgy—at least the season cliffhanger ending came after the life and death situation was resolved!

Today’s photo . . . the many colours of our laundry! I’m not really proud of how messy the space looks, but I liked the colours.

After a very long bodice-making day, I let it go home with Brittney without taking a photo. Arrrgh!

So, here on my table, are the remnants of the day—her brown cotton brocade, her golden wool, some ribbon, pins on a magnetic pin cushion, and the remote control for my TV. Tomorrow I hope to fit in some dog-walking and house-cleaning between the sewing projects.

25 September 2007
The Moth cometh.
The day came early, too early for me. Although I’m not averse to getting up early, I’m not used to getting up early and really getting a move on. Today, I had no choice. It was the first day of a three day train-the-trainer session, and I was one of three main trainers-to-be-trained. True that my boss, and our ever present contractor were there but still I felt a certain onus, a responsibility. So, I arrived bright and early to greet our two representatives from the training entity (our new vendor). I also greeted this fine fellow:.
You can’t quite glean his size from the photo, and that fault lies with the photographer (me)! He actually was a quite spectacular fellow. I’ve no idea his species, genus or phylum (is that correct?), but he was magnificent. Sadly, I believe he was also quite dead, or dying, as he didn’t move at all when I touched him. Later in the day he was gone. I don’t know what happened to him (her?). Did he fly off and live out his life, or did some unwitting boot or high-heeled toe take what little remained? Whatever, he was brilliant and beautiful.